The Rarest of Things

I gaze at the wind as it blows acorss the grown wheat. My neck bends down and I stare at the grass beneath my feet. The thoughts I have go far in the past. In the time before when there was no grass. Dreams of how the land was in the time before. I can imagine how this once was on the ocean floor. How dark and so cold it must have been. And all the creatures that lived so deep within. So many living down in this dark place. Each life to live in the ocean's fast pace. Flowing through the currents as a leaf on the wind. The ocean floor covered with clams that never end. Seperate individuals that we all are today. Much similar to the clams that lived here that day. We all have special minds that we can share. Not one is alike so special and rare. Once in a lifetime there's one person we meet. We can share all with them and it makes us complete. Once in our lifetime theres a single event. Like clam that catches a dirt fragment. We hold on to that feeling with all that we are. Always lighting our way like a nothern star. Like the clam that holds one little piece of dirt. We hold on to the one that gives us comfort. After some years this clam has a pearl. As rare as the feelings of love for this man or this girl.